The parts for women, you’re either like the quietly suffering wife or the wild girl.
If I had a normal job and had been moving up, I’d be management level now.
Growing up an only child with a single parent is probably why I’m an actor.
It’s great to have an acting job in the age of Reality TV.
I think what my hope is is that the only downside of having a steady job on television is, I think for all actors, there’s a piece, there’s some adrenaline, and part of the love of the job is not knowing what’s coming next, and the variety.
All TV shows are basically part of the same storyline.
These days I have to be extra nice in stores. It never fails that whenever I look as bad as I can possibly look or I am sort of cranky because the store is out of something, that is precisely the time when someone one will recognize me and say: ‘I really like your show.’
You want the story to end when it’s supposed to and not be squeezed for somebody’s financial gain.
While I very much wanted to be in a relationship, I didn’t want to be in the wrong one.
Some people think my father was a spy, because of working for that government agency in Vietnam, but he can’t find his car keys, much less keep a national secret.
The thing I don’t like on television is when somebody does something that makes absolutely no sense just for the shock of it.
As actors we always say that once the person in a scene gets what they want, the scene is over. It’s resolved. But life is never resolved – you’re always in the process.
I just don’t know that a TV show demands a movie ending.
Belly buttons are cool!
Like my dad, I have a Christmas party most years. I like to celebrate and see as many people as possible.
I didn’t grow up identifying with beauty. I grew up thinking I could be smart and funny – those are the things I got feedback on.
Maybe I should sit. Plenty of people use sitting as a way to pass the time.
I have to introduce the part of me that feels like a winner to the part of me convinced I’m a loser, and see if they can’t agree to exist somewhere closer to the middle.
Once again, I’ve been thwarted by the massive difference between my vision of the successful me and the me I’m currently stuck with.
We’re all working hard, but so far away from what we actually want to be doing. We’re all peering in at the window of a party we aren’t invited to yet, a party we wouldn’t know how to dress for, or what kind of conversation to make, even if we came as someone’s guest.